Meng Wanwan said very obediently, "Thank you, Sister Ting. Sister Ting is so kind!"

Flattery will get you everywhere.

Meng Wanwan took the first photo as a sign of respect.

Zhu Ting smiled and patted her head, then asked Meng Xiuyi, "Since you're going to build a house here, we'll be neighbors from now on. There's no need for formalities between neighbors. Let the little one sleep with me tonight. She's still a child, and it might not be good for her to sleep outdoors like this for one night."

Meng Xiuyi looked at Meng Wanwan, who was winking at him, and could only thank her.

"Then I thank you, Miss Zhu. I will be troubling you for now."

Zhu Ting smiled and shook his head: "It's nothing, just a small favor."

Zhu Ting hugged Meng Wanwan and took chopsticks from the tray to pick up food for her, gently telling her to eat well so she could grow taller.

Meng Wanwan also cooperated very well, eating heartily and behaving very obediently.

After finishing their meal, Zhu Ting packed up her things and took Meng Wanwan's hand as they returned to her home.

Zhu Ting's hands were warm, clearly the body temperature of a real mortal.

It's still soft when you squeeze it gently.

The houses of the Zhu family were ordinary wooden houses with three rooms and a hall.

The two had just crossed the hall and reached the bedroom door when they were startled to their feet by an old man's cough.

"Girl, where have you been so late?"

Meng Wanwan looked up at the pavilion. Although it was dark inside, it did not affect her vision as a cultivator.

Zhu Ting, with a playful smile on her face, turned around and waved to the old man standing at the door of another bedroom, saying, "Hey, Grandpa, you're still awake?"

The old man said irritably, "You brat, you're always making noise, bringing things and talking. How am I supposed to sleep?"

Then the old man looked at Meng Wanwan, and Meng Wanwan also looked up at the old man, but found that she could not see the old man's face at all.

Moreover, she felt as if her soul had been swept over by something, and her back straightened up immediately.

A cold sweat quickly crept up her back.

This old man is no ordinary person!

Meng Wanwan quickly put on a well-behaved expression and bowed at a ninety-degree angle.

Hello, Grandpa!

The old man walked over and looked down at Meng Wanwan.

Meng Wanwan then saw the old man's appearance clearly; he was actually a very kind old man.

The old man gave a soft "hmm" and asked Zhu Ting, "Is this the child from the family that's going to build a house next to ours?"

Zhu Ting nodded repeatedly: "Yes, I saw that she was still young, so I let her come and sleep with me, so that she wouldn't have to sleep outside."

The old man nodded: "Go to sleep, it's so late."

After saying that, the old man turned and went back to his room.

Meng Wanwan held her breath and tried her best not to appear too nervous, and dared not call out to Niannian.

She felt an unprecedented unease from this old man. It wasn't fear, but a sense of crisis, as if everything was laid bare before him for him to examine.

Meng Wanwan couldn't help but think that, judging from what the town mayor said today, the people here didn't have the memories of the Shangguan family disciples who came in before, which meant that their memories would be reset after they left.

So it seems that this is not the real world, but why does it feel so real?

I wonder what the riddles the Shangguan family found before were, and whether they were related to this old man.

Meng Wanwan is now starting to doubt her luck. Is it really that good that she's stumbled into the arms of a mystery?

Meng Wanwan followed Zhu Ting into the room. Zhu Ting helped Meng Wanwan tidy up, and the two lay down on the bed.

Zhu Ting whispered to Meng Wanwan, "Go to sleep quickly. You must be very tired after a long day."

Meng Wanwan stared at her with wide eyes, and she could really see the gentleness and purity in Zhu Ting's eyes.

Could she be the girl in the painting?

Suddenly feeling a weight on her body, Meng Wanwan realized that Zhu Ting was patting her back gently, just like a mother comforting a child.

For some reason, Meng Wanwan was suddenly moved.

Neither in her previous life nor in this one, she had never had a mother. In this life, Meng Xiuyi gave her enough affection, but for some reason, she still felt a pang of inexplicable sorrow.

"What's wrong?" Zhu Ting leaned closer to her and asked in a low voice.

Meng Wanwan shook her head: "Sister Ting is so nice."

It's truly admirable that someone can be so kind to a complete stranger.

In a world of cultivation, people like Zhu Ting are truly rare.

Um……

It seems like I'm trying to lure her into the real world.

No one knows when, but Meng Wanwan fell asleep under Zhu Ting's gentle pats and slept soundly until dawn.

That night, Meng Wanwan was not affected by the old man and slept very peacefully.

When Meng Wanwan opened her eyes, she saw Zhu Ting's enlarged face in front of her. Seeing that she was awake, Zhu Ting immediately smiled gently and picked her up.

“I noticed that the clothes you’re wearing are all altered from your two older brothers’ clothes. Today I asked my grandpa to find my clothes from when I was little. Try them on.”

Zhu Ting placed Meng Wanwan on his lap, then picked up a blue cloth dress with small red flowers from the bed.

Meng Wanwan's lips twitched, and she glanced out the window.

Um.

It is indeed a world of cultivation.

It's not the ancient world.

She felt that even when she was playing a dungeon, the style of the game just didn't seem right.

Meng Wanwan gave up and simply asked Zhu Ting to change her clothes, then listened to her rambling.

"I don't know what happened, but a lot of people came to our town yesterday. Hey, kid, are you with them?"

Meng Wanwan immediately stated, "No, we really came here to settle down."

Zhu Ting nodded: "That's true. Those people were all carrying weapons, which looked intimidating. Uncle Meng looks like a scholar, haha, a very refined scholar."

"I bet they're here for the Xun family's marriage proposal."

Zhu Ting muttered something to himself.

Meng Wanwan's ears twitched.

Have we found a clue?

Meng Wanwan turned to look at her: "Sister Ting, what is a marriage proposal?"

Zhu Ting: "The Xun family has a daughter who has come of age this year. However, the Xun family only has this one daughter, but they are wealthy, so they are thinking of finding a husband for her."

Suddenly remembering that Meng Wanwan was only a little over two years old, Zhu Ting chuckled, thought for a moment, and then said, "That's right, Miss Xun is getting married, and they're choosing a groom."

Meng Wanwan suddenly realized: "So all these people are here to participate in the marriage selection?"

Zhu Ting shook his head: "Who knows? But I heard that the Xun family's young lady seems to have spiritual roots, so she is only looking for cultivators to marry. Combining these two pieces of news, it does seem to make sense."

oh……

I imagine many people have already received this news.

Sure enough, when Meng Wanwan finished dressing and went out, Meng Xiuyi and her two disciples were talking about this.

The three men in the Meng family had their thinking swayed by Meng Wanwan, so they all believed that this news was a smokescreen.

Even if this news isn't fake, it probably has nothing to do with the mystery.